A mysterious and mysterious wave, a sweeping like fire, two strong sword intents attacked at the same time, it would be no exaggeration to say that they were destroyed and destroyed. Under the erosion of such a terrifying sword intent, there were only a few people who were calm and composed. Xiao Hen was one of them.

Xiao Hen quietly narrowed Fu Jingtao's eyes and saw his movements of hand-to-hand movements. His heart moved slightly. This kid could actually copy swordsmanship on the spot?! He was as proud as Xiao Hen, and he could not remember the lines of others' moves in a hurry.

The duel between masters, life and death, and the offense and defense are like lightning. At this moment, it is an impossible task to remember how to spread hands, eyes, body, steps and energy. You must know that every skill is unique, and the difference is a slight mistake. If you do not master the essence of the move and use it rashly, it is very likely that you will be killed by the enemy.

The martial arts genius who can be skilled at first glance and become more skillful at a glance only exists in legends.

Xiao Hen's mouth, which was as cold as a rock, moved a rare smile. He suddenly moved, and for some reason he drifted backwards, as if an automatic pulley was installed on the soles of his feet.

The next moment, the Demon Blade flew up, and two silver meteors flashed and disappeared.

Ding Ding Ding! The rapid crossing of weapons sounded, and the light flashed, illuminating the night sky.

The martial arts shown by Xiao Hen are already the limit of human skills, such as speed, strength, skills, timing, body movement, etc., and each strike is in line with the laws of heaven and earth. The details of each movement are naturally smooth, allowing the bystanders to clearly feel his inner strength and confidence.

Even when facing the attacks of two top powerhouses, his eyes were still as firm as before. When he made a move, he pointed directly at the weakest point of the enemy. His energy was condensed, and there was no sound of wind overflowing.

The Demon Blade arrives first, hitting the opponent's long sword one after another. In the violent collision, the extremely fierce killer move was immediately broken.

Lingmuzi and Xie Yuanzhen never expected the attack to work. The two of them lit up their wrists and fired their swords, and the attack continued, and the overwhelming sword light rose again.

Xiao Hen retreated, blocked his opponent's three axes in a blink of an eye, and suddenly sang: "Three polite moves are enough!" Before he finished speaking, he flew up and jumped at least two feet high. The Demon Blade raised high and aimed at the night sky, and the whole body was flashing with a cold and bright light. A cold and dark aura of ruthless killing suddenly enveloped, as if he wanted to slaughter everything.

How could a dignified master of the Demon Sect blindly give in?

The reason why he gave three moves first was mainly to give Fu Jingtao a chance to observe the swordsmanship. Otherwise, based on his cold and arrogant personality, he would have to determine life and death as soon as he met!

Lingmuzi and Xie Yuanzhen are not the first time they have fought with a master-level powerful man. They stand side by side with great tacit understanding, with their two swords as sharp as dragons, whistling straight into the air.

The Demon Blade drew an arc to cut the space and slashed at the two swords with unstoppable momentum.

when!

The cold light suddenly exploded after touching.

Fu Jingtao's eyes were sore that his eyes were hurt by the bright light, and tears surged, and he could not see the details of the confrontation in the white light.

Such a terrifying blow made the world lose its color and everything silenced.

The air waves rolled and impacted, and Fu Jingtao, Li Bixia and others couldn't help but staggered backwards, but they felt the earth tremble and undulating, as if the end of the world was coming. If they were not all warriors with solid foundation, they might not even stand steadily and fell directly into a rolling gourd.

Fu Jingtao tried his best to stabilize his mind, sense the messy sword intent in the surrounding air, grasped the strongest and most true sword core at this moment, and worked tirelessly to strengthen himself.

Ling Muzi and Xie Yuanzhen's feelings were completely different. They were like being in a purgatory of extreme cold and evil, with terrifying pressure squeezing their bones, and their skin was cut by a tiny sharp knife. The strong pain hit their hearts, giving them the illusion of being crushed to pieces.

Boom! The two flew backwards, and the swords laid a heavy light curtain to prevent the enemy from pursuing.

Xiao Hen slapped in the bottom of his feet and shouted coldly: "Lingmuzi, I just want to kill Xie Yuanzhen, you go away!"

Taiyi Palace is the holy land of the Dao Sect, with thousands of Dao Sect disciples. His strength is unquestionable. If he kills Lingmuzi, he will inevitably be retaliated by the Dao Sect, which is really unfavorable to the development of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Ling Muzi took out a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth. When the medicine power was melted, he said in a deep voice: "Xiao Hen, you are so underestimating me! If you abandon your friends and run away alone at this time, wouldn't it be defiled the reputation of Taiyi Palace? How can I still have the face to pay my respects to the ancestor?" The sword stood up straight, like a green pine that was not afraid of the wind and snow, firm and upright.

Xiao Hen said slowly: "There is really a hard bone under the Taiyi Palace!" The murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the tip of the Demon Blade spitted out several feet of white light, and he wanted to kill someone. At this moment, his movements suddenly stopped, and the momentum that was originally exploding was restrained again. His eyes turned, and his eyes turned toward the deep night.

Ling Muzi, Xie Yuanzhen felt the pressure lighter and looked at each other in surprise. Could it be that another strong man came?

Xiao Hen said lightly: "You are a master of the generation, why should you hide your head and shrink your neck and refuse to show it to others? Xiao Hen, the Heavenly Demon Sect, welcomes the great master!"

"Hahaha! I am worthy of being the Demon Lord, I admire you!"

A burst of laughter suddenly appeared in the depths of the forest. I saw a white shadow flashing, an evil and elegant man flew over the treetops, and it was the evil king Bi Youming!

Xiao Hen and others were too fierce when they fought. The strong light soared into the sky, loud noises echoed, and the spiritual energy swirled, which had already alarmed many masters under the Divine Eagle Ridge. However, most of the people just watched from afar and did not dare to approach them rashly.

Bi Youming was in pain when Li Bixia disappeared, and he became curious and simply went to the battlefield to watch a good show first. He relied on his identity as a master and did not deliberately hide his breath. As a result, he was immediately noticed by Xiao Hen.

Xiao Hen frowned and said, "Are you the Evil King?"

"It's Bi!"

Bi Youming Ning stood on the branches of a pine tree, his body fluttered with the wind, and said with a wicked smile: "The Demon Lord has two peerless beauties, and he is more romantic and happy than a god! Can we discuss and let me take it away with the little girl named Li? Bi must keep this favor in mind."

Xiao Hen said: "In the eyes of everyone, Evil King, you took someone away from me. Wouldn't you slap me in the face?"

Bi Youming narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "So the Demon Lord refuses to give me face?"

Xiao Hen said: "You and I have no friendship, so what if you don't give you face?"

The two great masters confronted each other with each other, and the listeners were all shaken and secretly shocked.

Bi Youming's face flashed with a blue air and said slowly: "I have long admired the name of the Demon Lord. It is rare to meet tonight. Please give me some advice!"

Xiao Hen said arrogantly: "That's what you mean!"

One is the supreme devil's sect, the other is the king of evil ways. His eyes were tens of feet away, and it seemed as if a series of muffled thunder exploded out of thin air, which made everyone's feet weak.

When a master meets, if a king meets a king, once he fights, the storm will change color. Will the Demon Sect and the Evil Sect attack each other and blood flow into a river?
Chapter completed!